This was written in response to a book that was cover in the IHS class. A sample of writing for the world beyond English 122. In the end this essay was left as open ended as it could have been and the results were messy at best.
The Wax Belief
There is a lot that I believe in. So much so that asking for just one thing above all else is cruel. But if I had to choose just a single thing, I would have to say that I believe in crayons.
Maybe that’s crazy. But it’s what I believe in. When I was little, every new year of school, I would get a new pack of crayons. Not that I needed any more of them; by the time I was done with school, I had enough crayons to fill two boxes. I need two hands to count on the amount of times that I’ve bought packs bigger than 96. I never needed new crayons but I always got them. Because a new pack was special to me. There is nothing more satisfying than breaking open a new box and seeing each and every perfect individual crayon. They were pristine to me.
Plus, the crayons would evolve with me. When I was very young, they would be big and chunky, something harder for a toddler to crack. But the older I got, the more mature they became. They would be slimmer and more refined. My color choices expanded from red, yellow, and blue to all of the colors of the rainbow and then some.
The best thing about crayons is how much they remind me of people. Crayons have limitless potential; they can draw anything and everything. They are resilient; they don’t bleed together or even allow water to pass through them. Where you draw them, you can scrape it off but a mark will still remain. Like people, when they break, they still work. Maybe not as well as they once did, but they can still get the job done. And each crayon also feels the need to come in a coat of paper. Something that protects it from the outside world. The walls that people wear are a lot like a crayon’s paper coat.
Maybe the most startling resemblance between crayons and people is that they both have names. Each crayon has a name, something that identifies it as it is, just like a person has.
To me, a crayon is limitless potential. Just like people. When I was little, I didn’t think twice about continuously splurging on crayons. When you’re a kid, you don’t think much about anyone but yourself. But looking back now, I can see the value of the crayons and the people that I had. Crayons used to be just the instrument that I used to color in the world how I saw it; now they are a part of a much larger picture. Crayons connect me to my past and have also become a symbol for each person.
I believe in the simple things in life being given a meaning beyond what it was intended. Because that is one of the ways that I add value to the world as I know it. Crayons are just one example of that. But because of that, I believe in them. I’ve seen what crayons can do. They can change shape, they can break down, and they can also be remade. All it takes is a little belief in something, and suddenly all the options become visible. Crayons are extraordinary things because something so small and insignificant can be the reason a child stops crying. Or it can be the reason behind a kid’s confidence in a new school. Something so simple can become so meaningful for anyone. That is why I believe in the simple things in life because in the end, they hold so much power over us.